Bloodline Sibling Rivalry Novels & Stories

For the first time since arriving, he sounded tired. “The problem is that impossible things keep happening.” Nobody argued with that. Because looking around, impossible seemed to be the theme of our lives. My mother continued. “When the Bloodline chooses an heir, it usually settles inside one person.” Her gaze moved between Lucien and me. “This time it didn’t.” The meaning hit me immediately. The Bloodline had split not because something went wrong but because it chose to. My stomach dropped. “You’re saying…” My voice faded. I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

she cried, charging through the battlefield with a scream that cut like steel. Kilian’s heart twisted. Naira — his sister. The knowledge was still raw in his mind, a wound opened only days ago. Kael — his brother, standing between Nova and his sister’s rage. The truth pressed in like the weight of a storm: they were his blood. His own siblings. Enemies, yes… but family.

She frowned, aggressively wiping away specks of dust from the royal portraits in the foyer's hallway. A bitter rage brewed beneath Kaelric's chest, coiling around his heart like a serpent ready to strike. He could hardly tolerate the remarks of his councilmen without unleashing dragon's hell upon his court. But now, an ordinary maid was making such ghastly statements. "Which means Arkenholt's heir is a mixed blood, such an abomination." The young maidservant shook her head. "Speak for yourself, that slave's child is no heir of the king and I will never bow to an impure blood."

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

In a single birth she brought forth five lines of blood: the blood of the high gods, the blood of dragons, the blood of the elves, and the weakest yet rarest of all, the twin starblood that ran in Orson and me. On the day we were born, the star sea collapsed, and a rift in the universe tore open the ancestral court of the gods. All five bloodlines in our mother's womb were nearly swallowed together. If no one made a sacrifice, our three older siblings would all die. So Orson and I gave up the divine power in our blood, and poured it into their fates. They lived. They became the three strongest elders the gods had ever known. And Orson and I became two ruined bloods.

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

"I swear by our shared blood, brother—my King James—that I am yours eternally. I let you impregnate me when I was barely more than a girl myself, hiding my swelling belly from the world. I raised Raven as your perfect heir and secret plaything, teaching her to crave her father's touch while pretending to be a normal mother. She is both our daughter and my rival for your cock. I love you more than life... more than her." "Mom..." Raven moaned, grinding harder, leaving a wet trail on my thigh. I whispered mindfuckery into their ears, leaning down close. "Look at you two. Bound by the same blood I pumped into your mother’s womb. Raven, you are the living proof of our sin, my seed made you, and

She finished and held my hands. “Trust me on this one my dear, things are going to go as planned and you won’t have any reasons to regret. Your happy days are here!” “Thanks mom, these words mean a lot to me. If I may ask, how many of them would be coming over?” I asked her. “I’m not exactly sure of that but about six of them were present at the court on that day.” She replied. “What are their names and who are they?” I asked again. “Max is your father’s elder brother, Jenny his kid sister and her twin Patric, Jenny’s husband Simon and their kids, Alex and Brenda. They are twins as well.” She told me smiling.

How could he dare to hide? “Micah has been smug for too long.” Harmonia understood from just this sentence alone. She knew that during his recovery, he had been planning and preparing. All of this, all of it, was to counterattack Micah! In ancient times, fratricide like this, such sibling rivalry, was not uncommon in any country or royal family, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon. His wounds hadn't fully healed yet. “The snow outside has piled up thickly. I want to go and have a look!”

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."